Yesterday around a quarter to nine, I got a call from Mom, “I’m so sick!” She described her symptoms, then said, “But I don’t think you need to come. I think I’ll be all right if I can just get some rest.”
Silly me, I took her at her word.
After several back and forth calls with her and her home nurse, I finally hit the road to her house around noon and got here at 2:30. Maybe one of the reasons I have Crohn’s disease–or at least the “something good” that has come out of it–is so I can know what to do in times like this. Mom’s symptoms were very similar to mine back in my worse days, so at least I knew how to help.
She’s a tad better now and resting easier, but it’ll be a couple of days before she’s back to normal.
Anyway, if you need me, call 1-800-Mom’s-place.